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Slit wrist

cut my throat

you say this is nothing but a joke

 

crying from this huge stain of pain

crimson blood all over me

This is what i get for believing in you

 

slit my wrist

cut my throat

you say this is nothing but a joke

 

This red dress dripping my blood

with this rose you gave upon

dripping blood so thick

 

slit my wrist

cut my throat

you say this is nothing but a joke

 

This razor sharp from pain

there really is nothing to gain

 

silt my wrist

cut my throat

you say this is nothing but a joke

 

shatter me into a million pieces

leaving scars all over me

from all those shattered pieces

 

slit my wrist

cut my throat

you say this is nothing but a joke

 

dying inside

I will try to hide

 

slit my wrist

cut my throat

this really isn't just a joke

 

 

This is an old poem It's weird too

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ok here it is..

but i warn you.. it really sucks..

(at least i think so)

 

sorry i took so long with this.. i had dinner with my band mates and then

we played video games all night and i totally forgot to post this until now..

sorry!!! ok here we go...

 

"Let's Go Back"

 

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we fix what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

 

And I think I won’t leave, until I can see

What’s really happening..

And I think you shouldn’t be, here until we can see

If this is really accuring

And I wish I could be, something I wasn’t

Because you see me as completely nothing…

 

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we find what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

 

So you think I won’t leave you until I see

What you’re really doing..

And I think you don’t know that I can’t see

What you’re really contemplating

And you wish you could be something you want

Because I can see that you’re really lost

 

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we find what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

 

So what do you think we should do?

I think we should do nothing at all…

But what if lose? what if we lose it all?

I think we wouldn’t.. I think we will not fall

 

So, let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we find what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

at all..

 

 

 

 

see! it sucks.. ick.. hahahaha! ok.. bbfn

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ok... NOT the 1st poem ive written... ive DOZENS... but its the 1st i've posted here....

 

ok...thought id just tell yall what its about (even tho its probly obvious)

but i usually write something on each poem...

 

so the other night i was just thinking of Granny, and then i was thinking of my Dad (its his mother) and how it must be so hard for him, and how i never really realised it at the time.

Cuz, like i was close to my granmother when i was young, for about the first 10 years of my life, and then we grew apart when Alzhimers took over, and before she died (the last like 5 years), i wasnt close to her at all... not because i didn't want too... but simply because it was impossible, because she didnt even know me, well right before she died, she wasn't even awake, and if she was, she couldnt walk / talk / move alot...

ok, im rambeling... sorry....

so yeah then i just started crying thinking of how hard it must have been for dad to go throught the loss of his mother and then to have to break the news to everyone...

and this poem is about the moment he told me (over the phone, i was at home, and he was in grannys) and then the poem progresses to explain about what it was like for me to see my father cry (he did when the song 'On Angel's Wings' (by Karen Taylor-Good) was playing.... but the ENTIRE chapel were.... its like the song was written about my granny... i can relate to EVERY lyric... no joke)

 

anyway, wow! i rambeled... but yeah ^^ thats why! lol

 

so heres the poem... love suggestions for a title...

 

 

You were the one who was strong

And who never showed any fear,

But I could hear from the voice you put on

Like me, you were shedding a tear.

 

I could tell when you answered

That there was something wrong,

And I knew it before you whispered

“Sorry… but she’s gone.”

 

I heard the cracks in your words

As you told the ‘when’s and ‘why’s to me,

But, after that it all became a blur

As the phone went as silent, silent as could be.

 

To see you cry and to see you weep

Wasn’t an easy thing to see you do,

But I’m not the only one loosing sleep at night

You’ve suffered a lost love too.

 

It took me those tragic days and nights

To make me see the bigger view,

Although you’re the parent and I’m the child

You can be weak too.

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ok here it is..

but i warn you.. it really sucks..

(at least i think so)

 

sorry i took so long with this.. i had dinner with my band mates and then

we played video games all night and i totally forgot to post this until now..

sorry!!! ok here we go...

 

"Let's Go Back"

 

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we fix what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

 

And I think I won’t leave, until I can see

What’s really happening..

And I think you shouldn’t be, here until we can see

If this is really accuring

And I wish I could be, something I wasn’t

Because you see me as completely nothing…

 

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we find what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

 

So you think I won’t leave you until I see

What you’re really doing..

And I think you don’t know that I can’t see

What you’re really contemplating

And you wish you could be something you want

Because I can see that you’re really lost

 

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we find what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

 

So what do you think we should do?

I think we should do nothing at all…

But what if lose? what if we lose it all?

I think we wouldn’t.. I think we will not fall

 

So, let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we find what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

at all..

 

 

 

 

see! it sucks.. ick.. hahahaha! ok.. bbfn

 

you lie.

it does not suck.

XD

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ok here it is..

 

 

"Let's Go Back"

 

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we fix what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

 

And I think I won’t leave, until I can see

What’s really happening..

And I think you shouldn’t be, here until we can see

If this is really accuring

And I wish I could be, something I wasn’t

Because you see me as completely nothing…

 

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we find what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

 

So you think I won’t leave you until I see

What you’re really doing..

And I think you don’t know that I can’t see

What you’re really contemplating

And you wish you could be something you want

Because I can see that you’re really lost

 

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we find what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

 

So what do you think we should do?

I think we should do nothing at all…

But what if lose? what if we lose it all?

I think we wouldn’t.. I think we will not fall

 

So, let’s go back until we can’t see nothing but our past

Let’s go back until we find what is left

And I think I won’t leave until we find what we had broken

Let’s go back until we can’t see nothing…

at all..

 

wow!!! that = awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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ok... NOT the 1st poem ive written... ive DOZENS... but its the 1st i've posted here....

 

ok...thought id just tell yall what its about (even tho its probly obvious)

but i usually write something on each poem...

 

so the other night i was just thinking of Granny, and then i was thinking of my Dad (its his mother) and how it must be so hard for him, and how i never really realised it at the time.

Cuz, like i was close to my granmother when i was young, for about the first 10 years of my life, and then we grew apart when Alzhimers took over, and before she died (the last like 5 years), i wasnt close to her at all... not because i didn't want too... but simply because it was impossible, because she didnt even know me, well right before she died, she wasn't even awake, and if she was, she couldnt walk / talk / move alot...

ok, im rambeling... sorry....

so yeah then i just started crying thinking of how hard it must have been for dad to go throught the loss of his mother and then to have to break the news to everyone...

and this poem is about the moment he told me (over the phone, i was at home, and he was in grannys) and then the poem progresses to explain about what it was like for me to see my father cry (he did when the song 'On Angel's Wings' (by Karen Taylor-Good) was playing.... but the ENTIRE chapel were.... its like the song was written about my granny... i can relate to EVERY lyric... no joke)

 

anyway, wow! i rambeled... but yeah ^^ thats why! lol

 

so heres the poem... love suggestions for a title...

 

 

You were the one who was strong

And who never showed any fear,

But I could hear from the voice you put on

Like me, you were shedding a tear.

 

I could tell when you answered

That there was something wrong,

And I knew it before you whispered

“Sorry… but she’s gone.”

 

I heard the cracks in your words

As you told the ‘when’s and ‘why’s to me,

But, after that it all became a blur

As the phone went as silent, silent as could be.

 

To see you cry and to see you weep

Wasn’t an easy thing to see you do,

But I’m not the only one loosing sleep at night

You’ve suffered a lost love too.

 

It took me those tragic days and nights

To make me see the bigger view,

Although you’re the parent and I’m the child

You can be weak too.

 

that's so sweet.

i don't even know what to say, haha.

it's really good.

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another poem...

 

Haunted Angel

 

Patched up wings

To cover the tares,

This angel’s voice sings

Although alone and scared.

 

Her halo has faded

As has the magic in her wand,

Spent her whole life waiting

To sing a happier song.

 

All her while healing

But never being healed,

But behind her weary eyes

Her secrets are sealed.

 

We’re thankful for her being

We hear her in our prayers,

But when she stops believing…

Just who is going to be there?

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another poem...

 

Haunted Angel

 

Patched up wings

To cover the tares,

This angel’s voice sings

Although alone and scared.

 

Her halo has faded

As has the magic in her wand,

Spent her whole life waiting

To sing a happier song.

 

All her while healing

But never being healed,

But behind her weary eyes

Her secrets are sealed.

 

We’re thankful for her being

We hear her in our prayers,

But when she stops believing…

Just who is going to be there?

 

wow, you're really good! =]

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another poem...

 

Haunted Angel

 

Patched up wings

To cover the tares,

This angel’s voice sings

Although alone and scared.

 

Her halo has faded

As has the magic in her wand,

Spent her whole life waiting

To sing a happier song.

 

All her while healing

But never being healed,

But behind her weary eyes

Her secrets are sealed.

 

We’re thankful for her being

We hear her in our prayers,

But when she stops believing…

Just who is going to be there?

 

 

i LOVE this poem!!! omg... it's freakin' awesome aoife!!!

you're amazing...

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wow..there are some pretty cool material here..lemme try..

 

the drumbeats get me rocking

 

the guitar strings let out a cry

 

the crows screams for more

 

as i begin to rock their world.

 

 

 

the song heats up the night

 

the air is so hot the crowd could no longer tell

 

if i was sweating, breathing, or bleeding.

 

 

 

the intensity is so great.

 

so great

 

i explode.

 

circa march 19, 2007

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